She was wearing a big grin and a cheerleader's outfit that was an exact match of Lori's, right down to the extremely short skirt.The skirt was showing...off some surprisingly shapely legs. With the shapeless clothing Rhonda usually wore, the formfitting scooped neckline top gave Chet the best view he'd had of her surprisingly full chest in years. And her glasses were missing, revealing some very pretty oval-shaped dark brown eyes.Chet was frozen with is mouth open, which made Rhonda's grin grow. Luckily, I was saved when one of Anna’s cousins, a little four-year-old girl came around the table to stand in front of me.“Can I have a song, too?” the little girl asked sweetly.I thought for a few seconds, nodded, and told her: ‘absolutely’. I played “Thank Heaven for Little Girls.” Truth be known, it sounded better when Maurice Chevalier sang it, but the little girl laughed, clapped, gave me a wet kiss on the cheek, and thanked me for ‘her song’.I begged off more songs for the night telling. ."Shut up Peter and kiss me."Peter growled and pushed me back, climbing on top of me and hooking his thumbs into my jeans. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing his face and lips, moaning as I felt good. I felt what you were meant to feel. Peter stood up and began to undress. I bit my lip, but did the same. I stood up, but froze when I saw Peter's cock. OMG. He was huge...and fully erect. He was at least nine inches. Peter saw me staring and smiled. He looked me up and down, admiring my. Der Brief darin war auf teures schweres Papier getippt, das ein Firmenwasserzeichen in der Mitte der Seite hatte. In dem Schreiben wurde erklärt, dass die Anwaltskanzlei von einem kleinen, unabhängigen Museum beauftragt wurde, das beiliegende Tagebuch an den nächsten lebenden Erben des Erblassers auszuhändigen. Laut der Notiz hielt das Museum den Inhalt des Diariums für nicht geeignet, weder für die Ausstellung noch für wissenschaftliche Studien.Der Brief endete mit einem kurzen, aber.